Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Togo and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Cosmic Jokers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
The Evens,
Masters at Work,
The Martian,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boz Scaggs,
Lindisfarne,
Moby Grape,
Depeche Mode,
Todd Terry,
Vainqueur,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Sheep,
Joy Division,
Pagans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bauhaus,
The Blackbyrds,
Con Funk Shun,
Scrapy,
Quando Quango,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Wyatt,
Minny Pops,
the Sonics,
Prince Buster,
Tommy Roe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Howard Jones,
The Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Last Poets,
Alphaville,
Bang On A Can,
Country Teasers,
The Gun Club,
Nick Fraelich,
Bill Wells,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Smiths,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quantec,
Black Pus,
Neil Young,
Derrick May,
Joe Finger,
The Fuzztones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kaleidoscope,
DNA,
Sixth Finger,
The Seeds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
Judy Mowatt,
Subhumans,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.